Mormons song - To the tune of `My favourite things'Raindrops on Mormons and their pale hairy toesBright golden plates that Moroni translatesBrown tanned faces tired but strongThese are a few of our favourite things.We travelled to Kirtland with wagons and cargoThese were the good days with my pet dog MargoWe set up a mill and a bank and a storeEven a printing press you would adore.When the bank's collapseWhen they lose moneyWhen they're feeling sadThey simply shoot bullets and chase us awayAnd then they don't feel so bad.